Globe Gallivanting- motorbiking across the world

  From Lahore the intense heat drove us straight on across the border to Amritsar.  We didn't stop to see the amazing Sufi spinning night.  We didn't go back and watch the Wagah border ceremony.  We didn't, in fact, do anything.  We were rubbish.  It was absolutely sweltering.  We met Brock and Peter the night we arrived and they agreed there was no way they could stay in it either, which made us feel a bit better.  We had slept on the roof to avoid the godawful load shedding that lasted for 6 hours a night.  There was an emergency fan. We slept with our noses grazing the casing, and still fried ourselves in our sweat.  It was time to leave Pakistan.  I was going to miss it. We came with the intention of spending 5 days transiting the country. We were leaving after 5 weeks.  It is my best country yet.  Riding to the border was an adventure.  We got caught in an almighty downpour which flooded the streets in...

The route to Lahore was very long.     We rode into Rawalpindi at 5pm, and hit the Lahore motorway (the only main road in Pakistan).   For five minutes we were on perfect black tarmac doing 110kph on a near-deserted road, with encouraging Lahore signs ahead.  We estimated arriving in only 3 hours!!     Then we got into a police chase. It ended with them pulling in front of us and telling us over and over and over that the motorway was not for bikes.   (This is because Pakistani bikes only go up to 250cc, and wouldn’t be capable of the minimum speeds needed.  We tried in vain to explain this.) The officer took Adam’s driving license to the car, and pretended to need to examine it. Then they started the engine.   They were about to steal his license so we would have to follow them to the station, without even telling us. I may have gone slightly mental…I got off the bike shaking with anger and stormed up and snatched the license from th...

I don’t remember much of the trip to Lahore.  I know I met a lovely girl from Quetta in the toilets of a café who was very nice, but who had just come out of the toilet with excrement all over her left hand.  I remember being put off slightly, and trying very hard not to show it. I also remember we stopped for lunch at a very smart hotel complex with an excellent restaurant, where the bosses came over for a professional photo shoot with us, asked us for a brief review of the food, and gave us the same meals again for free, to take away. I was shell-shocked, and very giggly.  The Uruguayans acted as though it was part of every-day travel, and totally took it in their stride. On the way into Lahore, a station wagon wound down its window and a shaved Pakistani head poked out. ‘Alright mate’, it said, in perfect Cockney.  He was a Londoner over in Pakistan to see family, and that’s all we could find out before we were off again…      Arriving into Lahor...